The Promise

I wrote this after I broke up with an ex. I was with her for almost six months.

I sit here not knowing what to do,

not knowing what to say to you.

You sit there

waiting . .

waiting . .

waiting . .

staring . .

Staring at me with those hazel blue eyes,

wondering why I’m so nervous.

why you ask…

Maybe it’s because you’re the one who broke my heart.

You’re the one who walked away.

Leaving me in a foggy cloud of pain and confusion

not knowing what I did to make you go.

How do I explain the thoughts whirling around in my head

spinning around and around like the twister of Oz.

Taking me away from paradise and throwing me into reality.

You ask me what I’m thinking, and all I can say is

I Love You . . .

What!?  Really!?  That’s All!?!

What the hell is wrong with my head

I’m supposed to be pissed off at you,

but all I can think is how beautiful you look

sitting there with that worried look on you face,

When you’re the reason I feel like this.

So you ask what’s wrong with me;

Whats wrong?

It’s the promise, the promise I made to you

You MADE me promise

• NEVER leave you.
• To be with you ALWAYS.
• To love you FOREVER.
• NEVER make you cry.

But look at us now.

I guess I’m not the one who needed to make

That Promise.

I guess for you

That promise never even existed.

Reviews

[Veramor]

Love it. Expresses the hurt and confusion of a breakup really well in the way that it is structured. Good write :)